13. Blood

I sat there Looking Just watching Every bone in my body urging me to do something But I had done all I could I watched as she gripped the blade The scalpel, sinking it deep, deep into her arm I heard her scream The scream of a tortured soul, of a misunderstood being, Of a child of hell. A hell no child should ever endure I saw the red liquid trickle from her arm Slowly, like water dripping from a tap, it flowed Trickling off her arm If only I could stop her